“According to the Buddhist tradition, we are on a journey whether we like it or not, because we are always in a state of transition. Sentient beings are referred to as drowa in Tibetan, which means ‘migrating creatures’. Migrating creatures

-Traleg Kyabgon

Up there, in those snow hills
We are migrating creatures

Festoons flutter to the wind
Carrying our bodies afloat

After the war is coronation
The forest journey onward.

There are falls, one by one.
A progress means nothing.

A blue sky shall go with us
Anywhere on colored flags.

Polished brass drum rotates
The body round and round

But  sky stays always ahead
We go an inside and onward

To much beyond snow hills
Where we rest on nothing.